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Beth Copeland: Bone Moon

Swallow a tablet that tastes

like chalk. Chase it


with an aspirin. Already

an inch


shorter than at 60, bones

thinner, body that much


closer to the grave, I almost

trip in the clearing where a bruised


moon looms above black branches. Can I

slip through these pines without


falling? Can my husband—no spring

chicken himself—catch me? Snow


crumbles under my skin

as the moon blooms only


to disappear



Copyright 2018 Beth Copeland

Beth Copeland’s most recent collection is Blue Honey published by Broadkill River Press. She lives with her husband Phil Rech and hound dog Kasey in a log cabin in North Carolina. 


Beth Copeland

One comment on “Beth Copeland: Bone Moon

  1. carolinemellor2014
    February 21, 2018

    This is wonderful. I will check out Beth’s new collection.

    Liked by 1 person

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